During the week before the market opened, I worked late every night.
At 1 a.m., as I walked out of the office, a sharp pain suddenly tore through my stomach.
A coworker took me to the hospital.
The doctor diagnosed me with acute gastritis and kept me for observation while I received an IV.
By the time my parents arrived, I was already asleep.
When I woke, my mother was sitting beside the bed, and a familiar figure stood beyond the door.
Ethan looked at me once through the glass, then turned and left.
My mother set a travel mug on the table.
"He brought this. He said you couldn't eat yet. I should ask the doctor after you wake up."
I didn't touch it.
"How did he know?"
"A coworker meant to post the news in your work chat, but accidentally sent it to a shared channel that still in
